Novel & Cerita James Maslow Wife

he said with a reassuring smile. My mind wandered back to the previous conversation. “Well, then...Who is Evelyn?” He parted his lips but hesitated to speak. James let out a long sigh. “...Evelyn was my wife.” His wife. The very woman that James once loved and had lost. Something about knowing this piece of information stung. “And she and Monica were actually friends?” “Worse, in fact. The two were much closer,” James noted. “They were sisters.” I decided to stop pressing for any further information. We were both exhausted and in need of rest.

Rose replied, “Old Master Ares opened my gift, so I’m not an outsider.” Jay, “...” The ones left in the room were relatives of the Ares family. At that moment, James mustered his courage to walk forward. He embraced his second wife and consoled her, “Cassandra, don’t be sad—” The woman forcefully pushed him away and scolded, “Don’t you touch me. When our son died, all you did was hide. Were you afraid our relationship would spoil your public image? Now that the media has gone away, you’re pretending to show me what little love you have for me?”

So, the minute his grandfather publicly announced that he wanted a wife for James at the party that was thrown because of his recovery, I immediately decided to be that wife. He married me because of I was a nurse and I offered to help with his friend I overheard he and grandpa talk about. On our wedding day, I was the happiest alive, but all that went to dust when I found out that his friend, my patient, Marina, wasn’t his friend but in fact, his lover.

Jarus mumbled, but it wasn’t low enough to escape James’s ears. The truth hit James like a slap. He had contributed nothing to the home — except money. And even that, Hannah had to beg for over and over again. She had overseen everything: cleaning, cooking, and the staff. After marrying her, he’d fired all the maids and dumped every domestic responsibility on her. Because in his eyes, she was no better than a maid. He hated her as a wife. But now, her absence stung in ways he wasn’t ready to admit.

Her new husband doesn't like her coming to see James. James crouched down and pulled out a few weeds that covered her tomb's headstone so that Maya Delavina's name was visible to see. It was engraved on the dirty tomb horribly. "Do you still remember me, Mom?" James asked the tombstone, taking a deep puff. "I always thought that I had to leave you so that that man could treat you like a wife. But he didn't even take care of your grave." James' hands brushed each other's remaining dust that stuck to his hands.

“Sleeping? Put him on. It’s Eli... he’s sick, he’s burning up. Please, wake him up.” “Oh, darling,” Lisa said in a voice laced with venomous sweetness. “I would, but he’s really exhausted. You should’ve seen him earlier… the way he-” She paused, savoring the silence. “Let’s just say he’s sleeping soundly after making me feel like the real Mrs. Sallow.” Rose’s breath hitched. “Lisa… you wouldn’t-” “Wouldn’t what?” Lisa sneered softly. “Sleep with my cousin’s husband? Oh, Rose, don’t sound so shocked. You were always too naïve to keep a man like him satisfied. You were too busy being proper. Too busy playing mother.”

With the rushed timeline and everything else happening, James hadn't even crossed my mind. "It wasn't intentional," I replied smoothly. "Everything happened quickly. Small ceremony, family only." I paused, then added, "We should do dinner sometime. You and me. Catch up properly." James nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer. "I'll look forward to that." He took a sip of his coffee. "I saw the photos, by the way. Your wife is absolutely beautiful." "Thank you," I said, feeling a strange surge of pride at his words.

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

Quentin said through the quite hall opening the door and stepped aside. Stepping in the room the first thing he noticed was that all the tubes had been disconnected. His wife once glowing face still looked glowing, if not more. For a moment he thought they could all behave mistaking, she could only be deep in her slumber. If only it was. He could remember the first day he met her beautiful transcending face of nature. Memories of Florida still vivid in his mind. The image will forever haunt his life, that he was sure of. The baking, the knitting, the painting all going down the drain. The ray of sunshine hitting her blond hair, a free-flowing beauty at the clock of twenty. No woman has ever

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.